This is for Paula. Because I promised some Whorpius/Charlie. You are lucky I love you. That's all I have to say.

Scorpius. You choke on his name as you let him take control again. You feel him smirk while his lips press kisses up your spine. Scorpius. It sounds so foreign yet familiar like dragon smoke filling your lungs. Like a Malfoy in your bed but not the one you're thinking of.

He's the habit you just can't kick. The hit that just won't satisfy. And every time you swear never again, but 'never' never lasts for long. And it hurts. God, it hurts. Because when you look at him you see someone else. There are too many shades of wrong in those grey eyes. Too many memories you made with a boy like him once.

Once.

When you were young and mostly whole and when the world didn't seem so small. Back when you had nothing to lose and you mistook irony for fate. Back when Draco Malfoy wasn't so worried about appearing respectable.

But you've made a holy ritual of this. Shedding clothes and gasping for air. Hands wandering down your sides, tracing scars you've collected over too many years, badges of honor sewn into your skin. His teeth grazing against your neck as he presses you against the mattress. And it's times like this when you can close your eyes and pretend.

Pretend he's a boy you used to know. Pretend that you are carefree and twenty-something and that this is nothing to be ashamed of.

And when you can't pretend anymore, you just take some kind of twisted satisfaction in the fact that Draco never fucked you like this. So maybe, somehow, it's worth it for just tonight and then never again.

But 'never' never lasts for long, does it, Charlie?